With this couch, I thee …

Well, we have passed the first major cohabiting hurdle: the purchase of a couch. Two, in fact.

I wanted to keep my enormous and comfy sectional pieces, but she didn’t like them. (And, I must admit, they would have completely dominated the small apartment and blocked the fabulous views.) But I found her "couch" about as comfortable as hay bale. What to do? Buy something new!

You wouldn’t think this would be hard because we pretty much have the same tastes. But, no. Oh, no. Our priorities are totally different. As wizrad  knows, the perfect couch does not exist. You gotta compromise on something. For my little architect, aesthetics are everything. If there is any compromising to be done, it’s in the function. As an engineer, I’m more of a pragmatist. If the couch doesn’t serve the intended purpose, then why bother forking out that kind of dough?

So, although we found many beautiful couches that would look good in somebody‘s home, we couldn’t agree about what to settle on for our unique space. By Sunday night, this holy grail of a quest degraded into me feeling like she wasn’t taking my needs into account (which I, of course, had been completely clear and calmly articulate about 🙂 and her (I’m guessing) feeling like I wasn’t taking her needs into account (which, to me, kept getting more and more mysterious with every piece she dismissed).

Monday morning, still a bit restless, I got up early and taped off imaginary couches to see what I could live with in what would be my little pasha palace/TV/reading corner. And she woke up later, better rested, and generously complimented me on my patience and flexibility. And we reached a conclusion.

The winners:

Living room couch (from which you sit and admire the views):

TV and reading corner (picture this in a bone color and without the piece on the left, more or less):